( let go? is that what she needs to do? well... there are candles at the end of this finish line that's drawing her in. and that little button he finds within her has her almost jumping out of her own skin. jinx gasps loudly, her hand letting go of his hair to quickly grab onto his shoulder -- sensing something really big heading her way. the pinks of her eyes are flickering rather rapidly, and her body is jerking some on its own as the orgasm begins to charge its way up her spine. )
( before she could even utter another syllable, the peak sneaks up on her. her eyes widen but then shuts tight, her back arches intensely as she shouts of pleasure -- her body twitching and shivering through the huge wave. the fuzz of the orgasm spikes through her mind, filling it with haze and seeing nothing but milky-white colors. did her body die or is she still alive? it's difficult to distinguish when she's been roaming around like a corpse before. or maybe... just maybe, she's back from the dead and this is what living feels like -- with fresh flowers, blue skies, and clear waters. the weight she use to carry has been lifted and she feels so... warm and light as a feather. jinx feels so heavenly that she had forgotten where she is, how she got here, and all of her troubles. none of that seem to matter or hold any of importance. what's important is her, him, and just... this.
after a few seconds, she sinks down back to earth -- her muscles loosens as she pants with her throat stinging for water. she attempts to think, but her thoughts are broken into little fragments of things. like trying to remember her name, for example. is it "J"? "Gorgeous"? he did call her that, after all. well... who cares what her name is. what she does care about is how wonderful quentin is and just how in the fuck did she get a guy like him? can she even afford to have him? she's just some girl who lived in close to poverty back home. and he's... so fucking out of her league. one thing is for sure though, if she wasn't into quentin before... she is really into him now. damn, he's going to be her torture, isn't he? with a lot of late nights of him disturbing her work or sleep when she's by herself? ... fuck. her jinx might had jinxed her after all. )
( exhaling out a hard breath, her eyes flutter open to look up at an unrecognizable ceiling. but that's alright because she knows where she is, is somewhere safe with him. giggling quietly to herself, a lazy hand finds itself to his hair to toy with. she'll be up for round two, definitely, because she wants to return the favor. just give her a minute to recharge. )
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Fuckfuckfuck, Quentin! Something...! — It's... It's...!!
( before she could even utter another syllable, the peak sneaks up on her. her eyes widen but then shuts tight, her back arches intensely as she shouts of pleasure -- her body twitching and shivering through the huge wave. the fuzz of the orgasm spikes through her mind, filling it with haze and seeing nothing but milky-white colors. did her body die or is she still alive? it's difficult to distinguish when she's been roaming around like a corpse before. or maybe... just maybe, she's back from the dead and this is what living feels like -- with fresh flowers, blue skies, and clear waters. the weight she use to carry has been lifted and she feels so... warm and light as a feather. jinx feels so heavenly that she had forgotten where she is, how she got here, and all of her troubles. none of that seem to matter or hold any of importance. what's important is her, him, and just... this.
after a few seconds, she sinks down back to earth -- her muscles loosens as she pants with her throat stinging for water. she attempts to think, but her thoughts are broken into little fragments of things. like trying to remember her name, for example. is it "J"? "Gorgeous"? he did call her that, after all. well... who cares what her name is. what she does care about is how wonderful quentin is and just how in the fuck did she get a guy like him? can she even afford to have him? she's just some girl who lived in close to poverty back home. and he's... so fucking out of her league. one thing is for sure though, if she wasn't into quentin before... she is really into him now. damn, he's going to be her torture, isn't he? with a lot of late nights of him disturbing her work or sleep when she's by herself? ... fuck. her jinx might had jinxed her after all. )
( exhaling out a hard breath, her eyes flutter open to look up at an unrecognizable ceiling. but that's alright because she knows where she is, is somewhere safe with him. giggling quietly to herself, a lazy hand finds itself to his hair to toy with. she'll be up for round two, definitely, because she wants to return the favor. just give her a minute to recharge. )